Words

Drenched in countless emotions,  This notorious heart pays no heed. He works out like always,  And, I count his sweat beads. Hand sculpted Greek God, Arrests my vivacious soul. Swelled out words on his arm, Take my senses on an alluring stroll. I live on my addiction, Stealing moments for my hungry eyes. Romancing in my mind, Love watching him when he exercise. Steaming up in my body, Images intensifying this mad race. Unaware of my mystical passion,  He is tying his shoe lace... Image source - www.joshidaniel.com  

We pronounce life more loudly,   With every wound they inflict. No matter how hard they try to break us, The spirit of 'Mumbai' will always exist. ~~~~~ " In the memory of all those who are showering strength from heavens above." "A tribute on the third anniversary of 26/11."

Two casual friends at a train station, Bidding goodbye to their kids working far away. Girl's father was worried about her, So he asked the boy to accompany her all the way. Boy hated it as he felt bounded, He had to be agile. He could have slept or smoked, Now his journey was to protect a fragile. Girl didn't like it either, She could have managed on her own. Boy was unnecessary trouble, Her wish of quite a journey was gone. Both were thinking it's for once, They had to bear this pain. But every trip for next three years, They met again and again. It became a vacation ritual, Which neither of them liked. Falling like pieces of a puzzle, Life was then a confusing ride. They don't know when 'love' happened, Can't even recall going down the memory lane. Not in a coffee shop, not in a park, They met on a train. * Based on a true story. Thanks to Rekha Gangadharan for sharing her parents' story with us. Appeal for Irfan

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Beauties around her, Despise themselves sitting aside. Playing with her curls, She shows it with pride. Last winter these curls enticed me, Long tresses adding volumes of passion. Scenting fresh every day, Here's her secret of being in fashion. Lot of labor she puts, To nourish her hair. Old age tricks of henna and oiling, On a busy day few steps of Dove hair care. She flaunts it, she smiles, Praising eyes make her feel beautiful. Rummy with the aura of her hair, Even the bouncing of it is musical. Be it in bun, in a braid, Or decorating a red rose in mystical waves of black. She loves her hair, Falling for it, I'm loving her back!

I don’t care what people say, I am wearing fun, My last year of being single, here’s my story everyone. Sipping tea every morning, life looks brighter, I love staring the moon and I’m an amateur writer. Rain lifts my spirit, book my accessory, My profession taught me to speak only when it’s necessary. Walking towards my goals, I carry only dedication, With the word 'impossible', I have no relation. I love playing with words; we share a special bond, I close my eyes to imagine what lies beyond. Blessed with great parents and a loving brother, For whatever little I achieve, credit goes to my mother. My life has been a déjà vu with many ups and downs, And at last, I am falling in for a guy from my hometown. So, I don’t care what people say, I am wearing fun, My last year of being single, that's my life everyone. * I wrote this poem in December, 2008.

Like wanderer on a smoky road, My soul was filled with doubt. Loaded with complex emotions, I 'searched' for my whereabouts... Please click and read the entire poem on Subhrashis’s blog.